Sehun ▬ a self-centered, egoistic, unappreciative young man ▬ the only heir of his multi-millionaire parents was sent away by his father so that he would be able to learn how to really "live" a life. Needing to have a job to support his new life, he found himself on the footstep of an old antique shop owned by Xi Lu Han ▬ a selfless, gentle, good natured, and loving person.

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"Can you see this picture, Xiao Lu? We look really happy in here. You have the most amazing smile anyone could ever do. Silly that this was just because of a simple whirly pop. You really are such a kid sometimes." Sehun whispered as he was admiring the fully filled photobook. Its cover looks really sophisticated with an antique feeling, no wonder his Xiao Lu took great care of it. The pages were already turned yellow and only a thin film of album plastic is protecting it from withering.

A snowflake kissed the back of his hands. Sehun looked up at the clear blue winter sky and then around him. Glittering white snow covered everything — tree tops, the roofs of houses and stores, cars, the road, the playground, everything.

Sehun stood up, placing the old photo album from where he was previously seated and smiled.

"It was nice to meet you, Xi Lu Han." he whispered to the guy wearing a overly colorful hawaiian shirt and sunglasses. "We'll chat again, soon." he added as he turned his back and started walking to the direction of the all too familiar antique shop he was working in.